A/N: Hello everyone! I have to say that I am very pleased at the positive responses I've had so far from reviews. I was very nervous going into this story, because I know it's quite different and it's a little difficult for me to write. Please keep giving me feedback so I know if it's going okay ^_^ Also, I apologize if I miss any spelling mistakes! I read the chapters through before posting but sometimes I miss stuff .

I hope you enjoy the next chapter! -Kate

Yuuri woke up, Victor's arm draped over him. Yuuri smiled, taking a moment to enjoy the fact that Victor was holding him in his sleep. Yuuri reached out for his phone to see what time it was. 5:42 AM. It was still pretty early, meaning he could stay there in bed with Victor for a little longer.

He had a new message on his Instagram account. He knew it was probably unimportant. Or it was someone getting angry with him again over Victor. Unable to help himself, he opened the App and pulled up the message.

I will make you wish you had retired.

That was all the message said. Yuuri's stomach squirmed a bit. How were they planning on doing that? He almost didn't want to know. He tried to remember what Victor had told him and just ignore it. But it left him feeling uneasy. He hadn't done anything wrong. Right? Victor had made his own decisions.

Yuuri no longer felt like he could lay there in bed, and he knew he wouldn't fall asleep. So he decided to get up and go for a run to clear his head.

…

Yuuri wasn't in bed when Victor woke up. Faintly, Victor could hear the shower running. He yawned and grabbed for his phone. Thankfully he didn't find any more annoying messages. Still half asleep, get got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen, hoping to start some coffee. But the coffee was already made, and breakfast was waiting for him on the stove as well. It was just barely 8 AM, so Yuuri must have been up early.

"Good morning," Yuuri said as he came out into the kitchen, his hair wet from the shower. "I made you some breakfast."

"My Yuuri's so sweet," Victor said, putting his arms around him. "Though breakfast in bed would have been even better."

"I'll remember that for next time." Victor smiled and kissed him good morning. After a moment Yuuri pushed him away. "Okay, okay, Victor. We really have to get moving."

"Did you sleep okay?" Victor asked, not letting Yuuri out of his embrace. "Is there a reason you were up so early?"

"No, I slept fine," Yuuri said, but didn't look at him. "I just couldn't get back to sleep this morning, so I thought I'd be productive."

Victor sensed something was off but wasn't sure what, so he let it go for now. He suspected Yuuri was still upset over the message from yesterday but was trying to work through it.

"I'm going to head to practice early, okay?" Yuuri said, escaping Victor's clutches at long last. "I'll see you when you get there."

"Alright," Victor pouted, but let him go. "Thank you for breakfast!"

Yuuri looked back and smiled at him. "Of course."

An hour later Victor showed up at the ice rink. Yuuri was already on the ice with Yurio. Yakov was standing silently, watching out over them.

"Good morning, Vitya. Nice of you to finally show up," Yakov said when Victor stood next to him. "Katsuki seems a little off this morning, but I think Yuri is getting riled up enough."

"Good," Victor answered, watching them. There was no rivalry like the one between those two, ever since Victor had first gone to Japan to be Yuuri's coach. "Yuuri!" Victor called cheerfully, waving. Both boys looked over at him. Yuuri smiled and waved back, and Yurio just scowled at him.

Yuuri's performance was a little off today, especially compared to their past few practices. Victor wondered if it would be best for them to have a day off and take some time to enjoy themselves. They still had plenty of time to get practices in, and Yuuri was doing quite well already. Victor didn't want Yuuri to get too burnt out before the competitions even started. Yuuri, of course, would disagree, but Victor knew that he could talk him into it.

…

Yuuri's performance was off and he knew it. Yurio was the first to mention it to him, and tried to egg him on by reminding him who had won the gold at the last Grand Prix. Yuuri's doubts and unease were getting the best of him, and he had to try harder to focus. He didn't want to worry Victor, who already had seemed worried this morning. Yuuri had been working on getting better with his confidence and Victor had been so happy about it. He couldn't let a couple of messages sent by some crazy fan set him off now. He had too much to work towards.

"Yuuri, take a break," Victor called out to him, distracting him from his thoughts. He must have been running on autopilot for most of practice today, because Yuuri wasn't even sure how long he'd been out on the ice today.

"Will you take a walk with me?" Victor asked as Yuuri exited the rink. Not even a comment on his practice today?

"Sure," Yuuri said, deciding a walk might be a good idea. Victor looked pleased. Yuuri went to his locker to change while Victor stayed behind and said goodbye to Yakov. Yuuri was surprised when he opened his locker and something fell out.

It was a letter. Yuuri stared at it on the floor for a moment and then picked it up, unsure of why there would suddenly be a letter in his locker. Had Victor done this? Yuuri opened it and saw that it was definitely not Victor's handwriting.

Victor is a god and you are nothing, Yuuri Katsuki. Why are you keeping up the charade? You know that it's better that Victor be the one performing, not you. He's the one that everyone wants. He's the one that everyone cares about. You are nothing next to him. And you mean nothing to him. You are just a phase, and before you know it he will get bored of you and leave. Why do you even bother trying, Yuuri Katsuki?

"Hey!"

Yuuri started as Victor pulled him around. "What are you looking at? I was calling your name for a minute-"

Yuuri tried to shove the letter away but Victor was too quick and snatched it from his hand.

"What the hell?" Victor looked disgusted. "Yuuri where did you find this?"

"I-it was in my locker," Yuuri mumbled. He wanted to sink through the floor and disappear.

"Hey- Yuuri!" Victor grabbed Yuuri and pulled him close to him, so their faces were inches apart. "Just breathe. You're panicking."

"I-I'm fine," Yuuri protested, realizing he hadn't taken a breath since he opened the letter. Victor pulled him into an embrace, in which Yuuri just stood there.

"Just breathe, love. It's okay. Breathe with me."

Yuuri did as he was told. After a few minutes, he relaxed and returned Victors embrace. How had someone known where his locker was? When did they come in? It had only been Yuuri, Yurio and Yakov at the rink until Victor arrived.

…

Victor was furious. It was one thing to send silly messages over social media accounts. But someone had actually had enough nerve to come, in person, to a place that they had considered safe, and leave an awful note to the man he loved.

Victor alerted Yakov of what had happened as soon as Yuuri had calmed down. Yakov was shocked, swearing he hadn't seen anyone come in aside from the four of them that day. It had to have happened somewhere in between the time Yuuri arrived and when they left, but no one seemed to have seen anything out of the ordinary.

"I will be more vigilant," Yakov told Victor before he and Yuuri left. "And you do the same. You never know how far people are willing to go these days. If this persists or this person tries anything else, you will have to contact the authorities, Victor."

Victor nodded. "I'm hoping it won't come to that. But I don't like that they know not only where we are practicing, but what locker was his."

"I agree," Yakov said. "Let me know if anything else happens."

Yuuri was quiet as they made their way home. Once back at the apartment, Victor hurried to make him some of his favorite tea, hoping it would help calm him. He sat curled up on the couch. Victor brought him a steaming mug and he took it, looking grateful. Yuuri scooted over, and Victor took that as an invitation to slide onto the couch with him.

"Thank you," Yuuri said, sipping the tea. "I'm sorry that I freaked out."

"Don't be sorry," Victor said as he stroked Yuri's hair. "I think anyone in your situation would be a little freaked out."

Yuuri sighed and snuggled into Victor, putting his head on his chest. "I know that I should just ignore it, and I'm trying. But to hear those words…and to know that someone knew where we were and where my locker was-"

"I know," Victor sighed, feeling angry again at however had done this. "They're trying to mess with us. They want you to feel this way. But above all else, Yuuri, please trust me when I say that I love you, more than I could ever love anything or anyone. You are what matters to me. You are my reason for being here today, and for being as happy as I have been. Don't let anyone make you believe otherwise."

Yuuri nodded. "I know. I just wish this wasn't happening."

"Me too," Victor replied, kissing the top of his head.

And he was going to make sure that it stopped.